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Regarding any typos you may find in this blog:
Currently, I am using the computer at the library to write and publish this blog. In addition to the spellcheck on their computer, there is a spell checker on the blog-host's server - and the two programs are arguing with each other, and sometimes one or both corrects my typing, even when it doesn't need to be corrected.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Pomeranian Home Security Systems
(X-mas edition)


December 25th, 12:01 a.m.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring...
MACKY: Freedom! Wake up!

FREEDOM: What for?

MACKY: I heard a noise.

FREEDOM: Go back to sleep.

MACKY: It might be a burglars.
Sarah wakes up.
SARAH: Why are you two awake?

FREEDOM: Macky thinks he heard a noise.

MACKY: I did!

SARAH: Go back to sleep.
MACKY: It might be a burglar. We should guard our food.

SARAH: You are a doof! Burglars are not going to break and steal food.

MACKY: They might.

FREEDOM: Go back to sleep. There is no burglars.

SARAH: Wait a minute. I just heard it too.

MACKY: I told you!

SARAH: It's coming from upstairs.

MACKY: I told you!

FREEDOM: We don't have an upstairs.

SARAH: Then someone's on the roof.

FREEDOM: Burglars?

MACKY: I told you!

FREEDOM: What kind of burglars go on roofs?

SARAH: Cat burglars.

MACKY: We do not have a cat.

SARAH: You are a doof.

MACKY: But if we did have a cat, I would not care if the burglars stole it. I do not like cats.

FREEDOM: We better keep watch. Macky, Guard the window, I'll guard the door.

SARAH: I hear something in the chimney.

FREEDOM: The chimney???

You're a mean one,
Mister Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
you're as charming as an eel,
Mister Grinch,
You're a bad banana
with a greasy black peel!
MACKY: OMG! It is the Grinch!!!

SARAH: The What?

MACKY: The Grinch! He is coming to steal our Christmas

SARAH: What the hell is a Grinch?

MACKY: It is a... It is a... I do not know what it is, but he is not a nice, and he steals people's Christmas.

SARAH: Where do you come up with stuff like this?

MACKY: It was on TV! It was called "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"

FREEDOM: I saw that. But he changed to good at the end.

MACKY: Maybe he has an evil twin brother.

SARAH: Maybe you watch too much TV.

FREEDOM: What ever it is, it is coming down the chimney.

MACKY: Everyone grab something, and we'll whack him when he comes out.

SARAH: Whack him with what?

MACKY: With big sticks!!!

FREEDOM: We don't have any big sticks.

MACKY: Then what should we do?

SARAH: We need to scare them off.

FREEDOM: I got an idea. When he comes out, we will  bark really loud.

MACKY: Yeah!

FREEDOM: And them pounce on him.

SARAH: Here he comes!

FREEDOM: Everyone get ready... Now!!!

ALL THREE DOGS: Bark!  Bark!  Bark!  Bark!  Bark!  Bark! Bark!  Bark!  Bark!
When out on the living room there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
ME: What's going on?

SARAH: It's their fault.

FREEDOM: Sorry, Dad.

MACKY: We thought he was a burglar.

SANTA: Can you understand why I hate coming to your house every year?




December 25th, 12:30 a.m.
MACKY: Dad was not happy with us.

SARAH: Neither was Santa.

FREEDOM: He left without eating his milk and cookies.

MACKY: That's OK, I will eat them for him.

FREEDOM: We'd better just go back to sleep.

MACKY: Hey! I just thought of something.
Macky gets up, and heads for the living room.
SARAH: Where are you going?

MACKY: To see what Santa left for me!

SARAH: After beating him up, he probably left us each a lump of coal.

MACKY: I am going to find out.

FREEDOM: Dude! It's 12:30am

MACKY: I know! That means it is Christmas morning.

SARAH: Barely.

MACKY: I am going to open my presents!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Rudolph Announces Retirement

Rudolph Ukkonen
In a press conference held at the Helsinki Hilton, Rudolph "the Red-Nosed Reindeer" announced that he would be retiring at the end of the 2013 Christmas season.

"It has truly been an honor, not only to be part of Santa's team, but to have been the lead reindeer. But I feel that it is time to step down and allow a younger reindeer to take over." 

Rudolph is best remembered as the young reindeer who, during the "foggy Christmas Eve" of 1964, was instrumental in preventing the cancellation of Christmas by providing navigational assistance to Santa, who would not have otherwise been able to deliver gifts that year.



Arvid Dingle
Public Relations
North Pole, Inc.
A spokesmanelf for the North Pole, Arvid Dingle, said that Rudolph would be missed after his retirement, but that Santa Claus understands and supports his decision to step down.

When asked by reporters if Rudolph's retirement will have any impact on navigation and delivery of presents, Mr. Dingle stated that:
"The advancement of aerospace navigational systems, especially GPS, has helped improved deliveries on Christmas eve. It would take the most extreme weather to force us to postpone, or even cancel Christmas. The likelihood of such a storm is remote."
Dingle also indicated that contingency plans existed, but did not elaborate on what they were.



Hermey currently serves as the President
of the Arctic Gay and Lesbian Coalition.
"It is sad to see him go" said Dr. Hermey Hammaslääkäri DDS, head of the North Pole Dental Facility. "He has truly been an inspiration to everyone, especially those with perceived disabilities. He is the one who not only inspired me to pursue my interest in dentistry, but to give me the courage to admit to my true sexual orientation."
Others associated with the North Pole expressed sadness with Rudolph's decision, but were also supportive.


Rudolph is the last remaining member of the "classic" line-up. The other eight members of the "foggy Christmas eve" team have all retired, with the exception of Dancer, who died in 2008 from antlerean cancer.
 
Rudolph and his wife, Clarice
Rudolph and his wife, Clarice, have purchased a condominium at Porokylä, a retirement community for reindeer outside of Rovaniemi in Lapland.

Although retired, Rudolph and his wife will still continue to be part of the Marine's Misfit Toys for Tots program.




According to the North Pole website, the official reindeer line-up for 2013 is:
  • Leonard (21st year)
  • Dasher, Jr. (13th year)
  • Ida (8th year)
  • Chico (5th year)
  • Ole (3rd year)
  • Bettie (2nd year)
  • Gustav (1st year)
  • Sven (1st year)
Veteran reindeer Furgussen was forced to withdraw from the line-up after he injured his knee last week during reindeer games. This would have been Fergussen's eighth consecutive year.

Arvid Dingle
Public Relations
North Pole, Inc.
Also removed from the line-up was Wilhelm, who was suspended after testing positive for drug usage. Arvid Dingle (Spokeself for North Pole Enterprises) decline to comment on Wilhelm specifically, but did make a general statement regarding drug usage:
"The North Pole has a policy of zero-tolerance regarding illegal drug usage. Anyone caught using controlled substances is automatically placed on the Naughty List"
When asked how this policy applied to Colorado and Washington State, where recreational use of marijuana is now legal, Mr. Dingle said the matter was still "under study."


According to the North Pole website, the Worldwide Naughty Index (WNI) is at 113.8, up 4.2 from last year.


Saturday, December 14, 2013

The Bureau of Holiday Affairs (Part 2)

As Christmas went into full gear, Macky Rae (my youngest dog) got all excited with anticipation, not only for the eventual arrival of St Nick on Christmas Eve, but the arrival of Christmas specials.

Last Christmas, Macky was practically glued to the television, watching all the Christmas cartoons, stop-animations, and variety show. In the afternoons, when he wasn't going through the TV Guide to determine what was being shown that evening, he was wandering around the house singing songs he learned from the previous evening's specials.

He could even do the Peanuts dance.


This year, however, was not as joyous as last year.
MACKY: I am not happy.

ME: What's wrong? I thought you were watching Christmas specials.

MACKY: I was, but they were the same ones I watched last year.

ME: They are, huh?

MACKY: Yeah. Same stupid Rudolph, same stupid Frosty, same stupid Drummer boy.

ME: No new ones?

MACKY: Nope.

ME: Must be the economy.
Macky logs onto his computer
ME: Going to play your ZombieLand™ game?

MACKY: No. I am going to Hulu.com and see if I can find some of the Christmas specials you watched as a kid
I didn't have the heart to tell him.



The Bureau is currently taking
applications for staff positions.
Email your application to:
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The Bureau of Holiday Affairs will probably be unable to get Macky new Christmas specials, but we will deal with some of the visual manifestations of the holidays: Lights and Decorations.

As if the the torrent of carols wasn't enough, we are overwhelmed by an assortment of lights, wreaths, trees, and other decorations. A virtual cacophony of colors that, up until now, has gone unchecked.

Outdoor Residential Decorations


I once had a neighbor who was either overflowing with Christmas spirit, or just had a lot of time on his hands. Maybe both. Every year, the front of his house was transformed into what could best be described as collision of holiday themes. It appeared that he had purchased every holiday lawn decoration available at Home Depot.
Well, not every available decoration, but that was probably only because he ran out of room in his yard.
Let me give you a description: The center piece, in the middle of the yard, was Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus in a manger, illuminated by two mini outdoor floodlights. To the right, near the fence that separated their yard with the Ferguson's, were three Wise Men and a camel. To the left, two shepherds and a sheep. And a plastic snowman.
I remember shepherds in the Bible, and Wise Men, but I don't remember any snowmen.
On the garage, just above the basketball hoop, was the Star of Bethlehem.

On the rooftop was Santa and four tiny reindeer.
Yes, only four. I guess that was all the room that was available. The other four may have been in the back yard, grazing or something. I didn't look to see.
Then there was the lights. Multi-colored lights were strung up everywhere! Around the windows, along the edge of the roof, in the shrubbery, on both sides of the walkway leading to the front door, around the front door - everywhere that there could be lights, there were.  
The luminescence was of such intensity that it actually washed out the street lamp!
Although this is more of an extreme example, it shows the extremes that some holiday fanatics will go to, and demonstrates that there is, indeed, a need for Bureau guidelines.

To those that want to decorate their house and/or yard, the Bureau offers the following advice: Moderation.


Themes: Please limit your yard to one theme. Multiple themes are confusing, often cluttered, and bordering on trashy.
In other words: If you do a Nativity scene (for example) keep Santa off the roof.
Power consumption: The total power consumption for any Christmas display may not exceed 10% of the average monthly electric bill. Luminosity may not exceed that of the street lamp.
Decorative Deer Outdoor Lights:
These things are just freaky, especially the mechanical ones that move their heads. It like something out of science fiction, a deer/terminator or something.

There is one of these down the street from us. The dogs do not like it. They bark at it when the head move.

We have decided to ban these, so if you have one in your yard, please remove it immediately.
Giant Inflatable Outdoor Decorations: Does anyone really need a ginormous reindeer on their front lawn?
Do your neighbors want one in their neighborhood? Probably not.
My main problem with inflatable decorations is when they are uninflated. I went past a house that had a ginormous Santa Claus that had deflated.
It looked like Santa had gone on a bender, and had passed out in the front yard. Seriously, this is not a happy image.
Nearby was a deflated ginormous snowman. It looked like Frosty had melted, which was weird because it was 15°F out.
I don't want to see a deflated deer.
Indoor Holiday Decorations: The Bureau will make no rules or guidelines. What you do inside your home is your business. Unless it can be seen from the outside, in which case you must either keep your curtains closed, or comply with the Bureau's decorations guidelines.

And show a little respect.
Is this what we want small
children to see?

ME: What are you watching?

MACKY: Funky Skunky's Stinky Christmas.

ME: Is it any good?

MACKY: It stinks.

ME: Then why are you watching it?

MACKY: Because it's the only new Christmas special this year.


"Silver and Gold"
Snowmen: We cover snowmen (and other snow constructions) in Bureau, Part 1, but since snowmen may be part of yard decorations, we will cover it again. Snowmen (real ones) are not restricted to the Holiday Season (Dec 1st - Jan 15th), but are required to remain in the following guidelines:
  • The number of snowmen is limited to the number of real persons living at the residence.
  • Holiday specific apparel and accessories (e.g. "Santa" hats) will need to be removed after the 15th.
  • Snowmen may not have "equipment" - the carrot goes on the face! 
  • Snowwomen may have breasts, but they are required in good taste.
  • Likewise snow sculptures must also be in "good taste."
Snowmen may be built and placed in the yard, even if another holiday theme has been displayed. But please, do not include snowmen in your nativity scenes.



Commercial Decorations

The worst offenders of excessive decorating are businesses. In there quest to obtain as much money as the can during the yuletide, they overwhelm us us with a plethora of decor that, hopefully, will interfere with our good senses and cause us to spend more than we should on gifts and other Christmas paraphernalia.

To those businesses that want to decorate their establishments, the Bureau offers the following advice: Moderation.

The Bureau is mandating that external displays con exceed 15% of the storefront, and that they adhere to similar guidelines as for residential displays. In other words: moderation.
Inside, well..  Try to be moderate. The Bureau realizes 'Tis the Season, but don't slap everyone in the face with it.
And ease back on the pine (and other holiday) scent. Have some consideration for those people with allergies!



The Bureau of Holiday Affairs has drafted a letter to the Department of Labor recommending legislation to prevent employers from forcing their employees to wear Christmas decorations as a condition of employment.
It's bad enough they are only making minimum wage. Must we humiliate them by forcing them to wear reindeer antlers?  

Fashion

This is over doing it.
There is something about the holiday season that causes some people to brighten up there wardrobe and begin wearing Christmassy 

To those who wish to "don their gay apparel", the Bureau offers the following advice: Moderation.

Christmas sweaters, and other seasonal apparel, will be governed more or less under the same guidelines and principles and other decorations. At this time, we will not make and/or enforce any rules or regulations. Everyone is on their honor, and if it appears that this is being abused, we will lay the smack down and write up some rules.
 
Christmas Hats: Please wear these sparingly. They look stupid, even if you are an elf.
Where are the Fashion Police
when you need them?
And speaking of hats

Animal Hats: These are those warm weather hats that have cute animal faces.

Although they are not exactly holiday hats, they are frequently seen around the holiday (although that is because they are winter hats and Christmas in a winter holiday) and since they are frequently seen during the holidays the bureau is taking jurisdiction over then because, well.. Someone has to.

Therefore, the bureau is issuing the following statement regarding "Animal hats."
The look stupid.
Seriously. They are cute if you are two, stupid when you are twelve, and retarded when you are twenty.

Grown-ups do not wear animals on there head!



SARAH: Dad, is there something our Bureau can do about the quality of Christmas specials shown on TV?

ME: Not really. Television is covered by the FCC. And then there are First Amendment issues.

Inappropriate!
SARAH: Too bad. There are some things that don't need to be aired.

ME: Such as?

SARAH: The Miley Cyrus Christmas Special.

ME: Really?

SARAH: Some things are very inappropriate for the yuletide season.

ME: I'll call the FCC tomorrow.

SARAH: And call Billy Ray and tell him to make his daughter wear some decent clothing.
FREEDOM: Sarah! The Justin Bieber Christmas show is starting!
SARAH: OMG!
MACKY: He has his shirt off. 
SARAH: Dad!

ME: I'll call first thing in the morning.


For now, that covers quite a bit, although as we go along, we will need to come up with more rules.


Freedom Elisha
Deputy Director
Bureau of Holiday Affairs
So with that, I would like to end with this thought: As we go through the Christmas season, everyone should remember that...
FREEDOM: Dad! You should come see this.

ME: I'm working on the blog.
As I was trying to say: As we go through the Christmas season, everyone should remember that...
FREEDOM: Dad you are missing it!
ME: Missing what?

FREEDOM: The Bikini Babes Gone Wild Christmas Special.

ME: Seriously?
SARAH: I can't believe they are going outside like that.

MACKY: Why? The got their snow boots on.

SARAH: And that's about all they have on.
ME: I'll be right there.
So, anyway, as I was saying...

I forgot.

 Well, it couldn't have been that important. Merry Christmas!

 

Sarah Lin
Executive Secretary
for Public Affairs
Bureau of Holiday Affair
As the Bureau's Executive Secretary for Public Affairs, Sarah wishes to remind everyone that she is available to serve as Grand Marshall of anyone's holiday parade (or at least ride on the float).
She has been practicing her parade wave in the mirror.
Inquiries may be emailed to dog.princess@hohoho.gov



Monday, December 9, 2013

A visit with St Nick

I took Macky Rae to see Santa Claus yesterday.

Somehow he found out that Santa was at the mall (from the radio, I assume), and could not believe his luck. The one and only Santa Claus, and he was at our mall! He begged me to take him, to which I agreed.
When you are 3 years old (and a dog), Santa at your mall is an incredible stroke of luck.
The other two dogs (Freedom and Sarah) declined Macky's invitation to join us on our sojourn to the mall to see the illustrious Kris Kringle.
Sarah wanted to watch a special edition of The View, and Freedom wanted to finish reading his book.
Macky had me brush his hair, and even agreed to put on his pretty sweater. You need to look your best for Papa Noel, I suppose.

We caught the bus at the transit center, and rode to the mall, arriving around 11 or so, went in and made our way to Santa, which was made easy due to signs that said "This way to Santa." Finding him was relatively easy, but it's not that hard to find a fat man in a red suit, even with the crowds of holiday shoppers.

Macky got in line with the other kids, and after a short wait his turn came. He sat on Santa's lap, and was asked the traditional 3 questions:
  1. What is your name?
  2. Have you been a good boy?
  3. What do you want for Christmas?
It was #3 that proved to be interesting. Macky Rae asked Santa is he had something to write with, because he didn't want Santa to forget. Santa hohohoed, and told him that he would remember it. Macky was skeptical, but Santa reassured him again, so Macky proceeded to tell him what he wanted for Christmas, after which he was given a candy cane, and we were off.
I was not shopping in the mall.
We went up the road to Costco, where just outside the main entrance was a Bell Ringer dressed as Santa Claus collecting for some charity. We were about to go in, when Macky suddenly stopped, and said he needed to go talk to Santa.
"You just talked to him" I said.
"Yes" he replied,"but I forgot to tell him what Sarah and Freedom wanted for Christmas." 
So he went up to the soliciting Santa, who upon noticing Macky at his feet, hohohoed and asked Macky what he wanted for Christmas (skipping the traditional questions #1 and #2 and going right for #3).

Macky's face at first showed shock, then outrage.

"You dumb-ass!" he barked. "I told you! It's only been twenty minutes, and you already forgot! I told you to write it down!"



Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Santa Paws

Dear Editor—
I am little dog. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Paws. Dad says, “If you see it in the newspaper, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Paws?
~Macky Rae Barnes

Macky Rae, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Macky Rae, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Macky Rae, there is a Santa Paws. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Paws! It would be as dreary as if there were no Macky Raes. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Paws! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Paws, but even if you did not see Santa Paws coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Paws, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Paws. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Macky Rae, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Paws! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Macky Rae, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

The Bureau of Holiday Affairs (Part 1)

When I was a kid, the Christmas season did not begin until after Thanksgiving.

"I love a parade"
As kids we would watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (after which grandmother usually had dinner ready and we would all go in to eat). We delighted watching the parade, enjoying the variety of floats, marching band, and assorted giant cartoon character balloons. And the last float, signaling the end of the parade, was Santa Claus, heralding the beginning of the Christmas season.
Now days, we are lucky if they wait until after Halloween.
The Christmas season is becoming like a cancerous growth, expanding and trying to devour everything in it's path. We need to stop it, before it spreads any further.

I am not trying to be grinchy.
Don't get me wrong. I like Christmas as much as the next person. But there needs to be some limits before it gets out of hand, if it hasn't already.

Freedom and I stayed up one night, discussing the fact that the stores were already dragging out Christmas stuff, and Halloween wasn't over. No Thanksgiving displays. It is as if we go straight from Halloween to Christmas. My dogs were concerned that they might just decide to do away with Thanksgiving.
And let me assure you that my dogs do enjoy Thanksgiving. Any holiday with copious amounts of food is tops in their book.
They decided that something must be done, soon, before Thanksgiving becomes history.

Before it get out of hand!

I figured that our web address would
be www.doha.gov, but the dogs like
www.hohoho.gov so I got outvoted.
What we came up with is what we decided to call the Bureau of Holiday Affairs. Although we officially cover all holidays, we are primarily concerned with Christmastime, as that is the one that most needs to be placed under control.

The dogs decided that I should be the Director of the Bureau, because I took political science and law classes in college. My staff, so far is just my three little dogs:
  • Freedom is the Deputy Director of the Bureau
  • Sarah originally wanted to be the Bureau Princess, but after I explained that the U.S.Government does not have "princesses," she decided on Executive Secretary for Public Affairs, hoping that she will be invited to be the Grand Marshall of some of the holiday parades (or at least get to ride on one of the floats - she has been practicing her parade wave in the mirror).
  • Macky Rae is the Associate Deputy Director (with the understanding that if Sarah gets to ride on a parade float, he does too). He is also our webmaster.
Freedom thinks we should be an independent governmental agency, but Sarah wants us to be under the Department of Health and Human Services. Macky thinks we should be part of the Postal Service.
He wasn't exactly clear as to why he thought this was a good idea.
But some of the "good ideas" we came up with are explained in this blog entry (below):

 

Defining the Holiday Season

Start of the Season:
I think the traditional "day after Thanksgiving" is an acceptable start date, although this would not work for Canadians (their Thanksgiving is in October) or other countries (who don't have Thanksgiving). So for the sake of compatibility with our Cannuck neighbors (and others), we should recognize December 1st as the start of the Season (although in the United States, it shall be lawful to begin the day after Thanksgiving - but no sooner!)

Merchants (and everyone else) will be prohibited from
  • Playing Christmas Music
  • Putting up Seasonal Displays
  • Having Christmas Sales
until after the start of the Holiday Season. Anyone violating this rule will be subject to severe penalties, such as being
boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
(FYI - That's a direct "Scrooge" quote from Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol)
End of the Season:
My first thought was that the season should end New Years Day,  but there are those who also celebrate Epiphany/Three kings Day (January 6th). So what we decided was that the holiday season will officially end on January 15th. After this date
  • All Seasonal music must stop.
  • All decorations must be taken down. Including Christmas lights, and not just turned off, but taken down!!! If you are too lazy to take down Christmas lights from around your house, don't put them up.
Similar penalties apply for violations.

The Snowman Exception


Snow is an integral part of the holiday season. Because it is unlikely that mother nature will cooperate with us and remain within our guidelines, we may expect snow before, and after, our defined season. An exception to the start and end dates are Snowmen (or if you prefer, snowpeople). Therefore, snowmen may be constructed whenever there is sufficient snow on the ground, and may remain after the holiday season (weather permitting).
In other words, you can keep your snowman after the 15th, until warmer winds melt him away.
This only applies to real snowmen. Artificial and plastic inflatable snowmen must be removed by the 15th.
This exception also applies to other snow constructs (snow forts, snow art, etc).

However, a few snowman guidelines:
  • Holiday specific apparel and accessories (e.g. "Santa" hats) will need to be removed after the 15th.
  • Snowmen may not have "equipment" - the carrot goes on the face! 
  • Snowwomen may have breasts, but they are required in good taste.
  • Likewise snow sculptures must also be in "good taste."
  • The number of snowmen is limited to the number of real persons living at the residence.


 

Music



MACKY: Dad, I have a question about Santa.

ME: What's that?

MACKY: Is it true that "he sees you when you're sleeping?"

ME: That's right.

MACKY:  And "He knows when you're awake?"

ME: And "he knows if you've been bad or good."

FREEDOM: So be good!

SARAH: Oh, for goodness sake!  You guys are stupid.
MACKY: Dad, don't you find that a little creepy?

ME: I hadn't thought about it before.

FREEDOM: Maybe Santa should be working for the Department of Homeland Security.

SARAH: Yeah, then maybe it wouldn't have taken them 10 years to find Bin Laden. 

You know that Christmas has shifted into full gear by the sudden deluge of holiday music that emanates from virtually ever merchant and office.

No other season comes near the level of musical intensity as does the yuletide season.
  • Nobody goes out Easter carolling
  • Store do not play Halloween music none stop in order to sell more fun-sized candy.
  • I've yet to see a display of Patriotic Albums at Wal*Mart (or anywhere else) on the 4th of July, or any other patriotic holiday and I know there are enough patriotic songs to make several albums, because I marched to them when I was in the Air Force!
So, as to not overwhelm the population with an overload of carols, we (the Bureau) impose the following rules regarding Holiday music:

1. Stores and businesses that play Christmas songs must post a  warning sign (clearly noticeable) at all entrances indicating that they are playing Christmas music. That way, people who do not wish to hear them are forewarned and do not accidental walk into a store and get blasted with carols.

2. Holiday tunes may not be played consecutively. After playing a Christmas song, two non-Christmas song must be played before another Christmas song is played.
An exception to this would be music stores. Because they are selling music, they will be allowed to play music on a one for one ratio - in other words after playing a Christmas song, they are only required to play one non-Christmas song before playing another Christmas song.
But this is only for actual music stores. Businesses that are trying to sell CDs as a sideline (such as Starbucks) will not be allowed this exception.
In fact, I think they should be put on a four to one ratio!
The bureau is currently drafting a legal definition of what is, and what is not, a music store.
"I'm Dreaming of a
White Christmas"
3. A particular Christmas song may only be played once in a three hour period, and this includes variation by other artists.
In other words, if you play Bing Crosby's White Christmas, you can't play White Christmas again for three hours, even if it only Dean Martin's version. (Sorry Dino, rules are rules.)
4. Christmas music may not exceed 35 decibels (retail stores) or 25 decibels (business office).

For our purposes, Holiday music will be divided into three groups:
    
    On December 26th, "Santa is not
    coming to town," he is resting
    and making plans for his annual
    vacation with Mrs Claus.
  • Santa Songs - Songs about Santa Claus and other secular aspects of Christmas, such as Santa Claus is Coming to Town and Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.
  • Religious Songs - Song's of a more religious nature, such as Silent Night and Oh Little Town of Bethlehem
  • Winter Songs - these are the songs primarily about the wintertime, snow, cold, etc. such as Jingle Bells and Winter Wonderland.
No Holiday music may be played before the start of the Season. 

Santa Songs and Religious Song may only be played until Christmas. The reason for this is that playing song like Santa Claus is Coming to Town after Christmas does not make sense.

Some exceptions will be made: Because Three kings Day in January 6th, songs such as We Three Kings and other songs about the wise men may be played until then.

Gaspar, Balthazar, and Melchior

"Baby, it's cold outside"
One of my favorite seasonal songs is
Baby, It's Cold Outside. It's a duet, with
the woman insisting that she needs to
go home, and the man trying to get her
to stay the night, using the bad weather
as an excuse.

I like this song.
Winter Songs may be played up until the 15th.



These rules will not apply to radio stations (and other media), as these are governed by the FCC. So, if one of the local stations decides to broadcast Holiday music 24/7, for the most part we are OK with that.
Actually, we are not OK with it, but as the FCC governs  media, we will half to deal with it.
We are considering a letter to the head of the FCC, to see if we can get him to get onboard with us regarding holiday music control.
However, local merchants will be prohibited from playing these stations unless they (the stations) conform to our music guidelines (above).
We are currently drafting a letter to the FCC advising them of our ruling.

Two or three seasons ago, I attempted to find refuge from the constant barrage of yuletide tunes by driving to the other side of town, all the way to Goldberg's Kosher Deli. You'd think one would be safe at a Jewish deli, right?

Wrong! As I entered the deli, anticipating a pastrami on rye, I was greeted by the symphonic sounds of Silent Night (performed by the Hallelujah Tabernacle Choir).

Besides, as Rueben will
explain, the only Holiday
song that they have for
Hanukkah is the Dreidel
Song.
ME: Reuben! What's with the music?

REUBEN: What's wrong with the music?

ME: It's Christmas music!

REUBEN: So? It is Christmas time.

ME: But you're Jewish!

REUBEN: So was Jesus.
(Good point)
REUBEN: I need to please my gentile customers.

ME: You didn't play them last year.

REUBEN: My Golda wasn't married to a gentile last year.

Bell Ringers:
Another herald of the holiday season are the Bell Ringers, usually collecting donations from the Salvation Army (or some other group).

I realize it is for charity, and they want to go out while people (theoretically) have the spirit of giving in their hearts. But lets face it, Bell Ringers are annoying.

Therefore the following rules apply to all Bell Ringers:
  • Only six (6) dings per minute.
  • Bell Ringers must remain at least 25 feet away from all store entrances and exits.
  • Bell Ringers may not block the flow of pedestrian traffic on sidewalks
  • Bell Ringers must stay out of the street and/or parking lots.
  • Stay away from the corners of busy intersections.
  • Bell Ringers may not come any nearer than 100 feet from an outdoor cafe/coffee shop.
  • Bell Ringers may not come any nearer than 250 feet from my outdoor coffee shop.
And if music is played in conjunction with collecting, refer to our music rules (above).

Ringtones: We are not going to prohibit holiday ringtones, or place any restrictions on them. Feel free to select your favorite Christmas song. Just remember: when you are out in public set your phone to vibrate.

Carolling: 
There is something about the holiday season that makes some people gather together and venture out into the cold (and the snow) in order to spread good cheer throughout the neighborhood by standing out on the lawn and singing Christmas Carols.
Which is nice, except that they are (more or less) the same carols that we are inundated with all day, thanks to the local merchants.
I am not going to impose any rules on Carollers and Carolling, freedom of speech and expression, freedom of assembly, and all that. I am going to "suggest" a few "guidelines":
  1. Limit the carols to a maximum of two song for each house visited.
  2. If you just visited the house next door, you can't sing those song again.
  3. All members of the carolling party should know how to sing.
  4. No carolling after 9:30pm.
  5. If you carol at my house, please do not act surprise when I douse everyone with a pitcher of water.

Bah Humbug
I had a rather unusual carolling experience last Christmas. I was sitting at home, reading a magazine when someone knocked on me door. It was around 8:30-8:45 or so, before 9:30 - as a rule, I don't welcome visitors later than that. There are very few reasons I will accept for knocking after 9:30pm:
  • You are there to tell me the building is on fire, and that we (me and my dogs) need to evacuate for reasons of safety.
  • You are there to tell me I won the lottery - but only if it is more than $50,000. Anything less than that can wait until the morning. And by "morning" I mean after 9am, and after I have had my coffee.
  • You are female, attractive, and planning to spend the night.
  • You are female, less than attractive, and holding a bottle of Irish whiskey (and planning to stay the night).
But as I said, 8:30/8:45, someone was knocking at the door. Actually, it was not so much knocking, it was more of a tapping...
                                                                           ... a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
So I got up to see who was tapping. I open the door, and at first I didn't see anyone, but then I looked down and saw my three dogs, which surprised me because I  thought they were asleep in the bedroom. I was also surprised because they were (for lack of a better word) "decorated."
Decorated, as in Sarah had ribbon wound around her neck, Freedom looked like he had rolled in tinsel, and Macky Rae was wrapped up in Christmas lights and plugged into an outside outlet.
ME: What, may I ask, are you doing?
A logical question when your dogs appear at the front door donned in gay apparel.  
"Here we come a waffling..."
MACKY: We are waffling!

FREEDOM: He means wassailing.

MACKY: That is what I said.

ME: You're wassailing?

MACKY: Yeah! Want to hear us waffle?

ME: Yeah, sure.

The dogs then proceeded to (for lack of a better word) serenade me with their rendition of a Christmas carol, and it wasn't all that bad - even with Macky Rae singing off key.
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
And a Happy New Year!
Good tidings we bring for you and your kin;
We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Now bring us some figgy pudding,
Now bring us some figgy pudding,
Now bring us some figgy pudding,
And a cup of good cheer!

At this point,  I noticed some of the neighbors starting to peek out their windows, so I figured I'd better get the dogs inside before police were called. We were already on the neighborhood "naughty list" as a result of a recent incident involving one of my dogs and a neighbor's cat. So I unplugged Macky from the outlet, and herded them back into the house.
I sat back down, intending to finish my magazine when I notice all three dogs where staring me.
Figgy pudding is desert containing
figs that dates back to 16th century
England. If you are interested, there
is a recipe on the wikibooks website. 
ME: What's wrong?

SARAH: We are waiting for the figgy pudding.
ME: Figgy pudding?

SARAH: Yeah. You're suppose to bring us some.

FREEDOM: It's part of the song.

MACKY: And we won't go until we get some!

ME: I don't even know what it is.

SARAH: It's a Christmas dessert.

MACKY: And we won't go until we get some!

ME: I don't have any.
The dogs suddenly looked distressed. They had selected a song that (they thought) would result in a treat, but had failed to consider the possibility that I didn't have the required figgy pudding. Their plan had gone awry.
ME: I got some beef jerky.
The dogs confabulated for a moment, then decided that beef jerky would be an acceptable substitute for figgy pudding.
Another crisis resolved..


Nothing says holidays like a cheese log.
~ Ellen DeGeneres


And speaking of Christmas desserts: Fruitcake!
Who in their right mind wants to
eat something that looks like this?

Fruit cake is easily the most despised dessert in the existence of baking. It's dense, overly sweet, and surprisingly heavy for its size. Sure, some people like this seasonal baked good, but we question there sanity.
  • We loath the fluorescent candied fruit pieces, which resemble something that might be radioactive.
  • We abhor fruit cake's pockmarked and diseased appearance. Does anyone believe this is festive and appetizing?
Fruit cake is called "cake" but this is misleading. No self-respecting cake would ever be this dense. A door stop is a better descriptor -- and what we think most people use this seasonal baked good for.

Why is it so bad?? Our best guess is because it's aged. That's right, fruit cake is aged. Aging is a great idea for wine, but clearly a terrible one when it comes to cake. Aged cakes are usually referred to as stale.

As a culture, we need to get together, confabulate, and come to the realization that normal people do not like fruitcake.


The worst gift is a fruitcake. There is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other.
~Johnny Carson


To be continued next week, when we cover the more visual manifestations of the yule tide season.


Sarah Lin
Executive Secretary
for Public Affairs
Bureau of Holiday Affair
As the Bureau's Executive Secretary for Public Affairs, Sarah wishes to remind everyone that she is available to serve as Grand Marshall of anyone's holiday parade (or at least ride on the float).
She has been practicing her parade wave in the mirror.
Inquiries may be emailed to dog.princess@hohoho.gov